Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.